You're two floors down getting high in the back room

If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out?

Or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?  



And at your funeral I will sing the requiem



You're two floors down getting high in the back room

If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out?

Or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?



And at your funeral I will sing the requiem

I'd offer you my hand

It would hurt too much to watch you die



And you can bet that when we mourn the death of you that night (of you that night)

They'll lay me on the dinner table, I will be the pig

With the apple in my mouth, the food that celebrates your end



And at your funeral I will sing the requiem

I'd offer you my hand

It would hurt too much to watch you die



And at your funeral I will sing the requiem

I'd offer you my hand

It would hurt too much to watch you die